You Passed by My Charming Time

You say the lights on the other side are where your heart is; Later, the fishing boats sang at night, and the misty rain was hesitant. You say the water is still and the lotus fragrance is gentle, and the wind is gentle and smooth; Later, the clouds covered the thin moon, and the dew was as clear as frost. Just talk about chess in the window, and then talk about your heartfelt feelings; Later, the wind swept through the lonely pine trees, and the fog covered the hills. You say that the red sleeves are feigning anger, and the eyes are wandering and thinking about Zhang Chang; Later, the black eyebrows grew thinner, and the spring beauty drifted away to say goodbye to Ruan Lang. You said that the dark fragrance floats and the light shines in an instant; Later, the jade died and the jade was broken into pieces, and the shadows were sparse across the window. You said that in good times and beautiful scenery, you can go alone when you are happy; Later, the world of mortals was purple, and the snow fell too far. You said that all the gifts in Gaotang are on the stone of Sansheng; Later, the king lived in Ziyou, and his concubine lived in Heyang. You say the beauty of the jade tower, the flying moon and flowing wine glasses welcome guests; Later, a layman in the deep valley lay in his Zen room with his pillow on his harp and listening to the rain. You talk about high mountains and flowing water, but guests answer the spring river; Later, Zhangtai traveled to Ye and tied his horse to Chuiyang. You say the glorious time is full of lanterns; Later, the weather came and the walls were covered with moss. You say that the sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the wind and moon are beautiful; Later, the moon set over the river, the clouds were light and the wind was long. You said that Lan Zhou was young and recalled Jiao Niang under the moonlight in the west building; Later, the rivers and lakes were forgotten, only the sorrow of autumn in the end of the world. You said that you listen to the stream in the valley and look for the fragrance in the clear hills; Later, only a few flowers fell, and the water dried up in Xiaoxiang. You said that the frost is cold and the river is green, but where is the beautiful woman in the end? Sitting alone in Weiyang. You said that the moon shines on the cold river, and the jade pillars and beams are beautiful; Later, the cold mirror was still hooked, and the couch was cold at midnight. You talk about the hometown in dreams, and the mandarin ducks swim in the peach blossom water; Later, it was snowing in the mountains, and Lao Chi was busy on his own several times. I have shed a thousand tears All roads are ten miles red makeup But he is afraid that if his hair reaches his waist, the young man will fall in love with others. When your green silk hair is upright, smile and see your smiling face.

I am a very vulgar person. When I see a mountain, I see it as a mountain. When I see a sea, I see it as a sea. When I see a flower, I see it as a flower. Only when I see you, the sea of ​​clouds begins to surge, the river tide begins to surge, and the small tentacles of insects scratch the itch of the whole world. You don't need to open your mouth, I and everything in the world will rush to you.

The bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, where is the dust?

Perhaps the misty rain crossing the south of the Yangtze River is just like a sail. There will be noisy city life outside the mountains, but the clear mist and rain of boating come from the inadvertent tranquility in the heart, a blend of the soul and the mountains and rivers, maybe it is the secret string, gently plucked, cleansed, and peaceful by nature. Over the past hundred years, the stories in the backpack have naturally harmonized, lingering between the green grass and the water, like clouds and smoke, stretching back. But I am willing to cook a cup of landscape water and look for greenery in the gurgling streams, with gentle music and condensing rhyme, tapping simplicity. This pool of spring water is narrow, just like sitting opposite each other indifferently, sitting on the Qingchuan, allowing the soul to appreciate the emptiness and tranquility. After many years, no one can take away this beloved landscape, just like the wind chimes singing in the clear night, tinkling the lintel, no matter the hardships and ups and downs, or the time that comes and goes. It would be better if there is another cup of tea. Cup style is simple. The past is too complicated, I will use the new tea you picked from the dew to pour into the stream and soak the days. Then, he picked up the misty rain inkstone and painted it to declare peace. No matter whether the scenery in the painting is randomly whitened or deliberately heavy ink, the wind passing by the ears is the soft breath that brings fragrance to the paper. Perhaps only at this time can we realize that it is just like the peach blossoms coming from the stream, dyeing the fence, and picking a calm smoke on the bridge in front of the yard. If you like, just walk along the stream and paddle in the clear pond. Regardless of whether the flowers bloom or fall, and regardless of whether the rough years see the green or withered ivy beside the stream, what only enters my eyes is a soul as calm as a mirror, like the sandalwood of kindness, curling up into the gently embracing mountains, and those mountains are the heart of an adult. Perhaps accumulation is a process, just like flowing through the open-textured palms, what can be put down, what can be missed, what can be ignored, the wind and rain, just like this, with an open mind, slowly disperse, or accept bits and pieces of real beauty, like this, day by day, leisurely. When the mountains and rivers are calm, the reeds blowing along the way, no matter whether they are prosperous or dry, will be inadvertent. Yes, there is no poetry in the landscape. There is no need to deliberately stir up the sand in the boat for a certain state. The mountains and rivers express themselves directly to the eyes, fragrant and clear, turning decay into a pure land for the soul. There, you can plant whatever you like, or scatter seeds. Maybe tomorrow will be a broad galaxy. When you push open the fence and clear the window, the fragrance of flowers fills your arms. The breeze blows the spring, and the spring spreads the roses all over the mountain. In the struggle in the world, you may miss many rising suns or blue moons. When the morning light lifts the hazy night, the kite-like romance will bake your soul. At this time, if there is a deep sky for you to harvest, don't forget to leave behind the heavy cold storm. The mountains and rivers are happy and more relaxed. It should be the sublimation of walking by the stream and wading in the ripples. In fact, if you quietly harvest philosophy from a casual perspective, you will find an unexpected paradise in the south of the city around the corner. Tonight, I will light up a candle, without attachment, without deliberateness, without seeing through it, and just lightly reflect the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The landscape is just a window of transformation from the soul.

Stop lamenting that time is wasted. Every day you pass is a beautiful time. The sadness, melancholy, loneliness and fear of the past have become plain joy. Calm down, meet the mountains and rivers, spend time with the tea, read a time-honored book, and listen to a play about growing old.

A woman who is proud of the snow and picks up all the plum branches. With a piece of plain pen, he can write all the landscape, customs and various aspects of life. There is no need to be magnificent, only the years are quiet. May you be safe and happy for the rest of your life.

May the time be clear and light, and may you be safe.

Profound, delicate, perfect, excellent

It makes people feel that the years are quiet...

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